Sleeping With Calamity

Beautiful but ugly, lovely yet hateful came walking my way. A smile that can brighten anyone's day while ripping out someone else's throat. She's a mystery, trouble. Calamitatum Winter. She is truly beautiful on the outside. Inside is so much ugly; it burns. She has a kiss like a bullet; I love it. The burning as her lips touch mine. It's a cinnamon burn, delicious but dangerous. But that's love anyways, right? Everything about her is cold, her hands the worst; her tiny icy blue teacups that can't hold, shake. A heart of ice crystallizes her body.
She was a mystery, I couldn't resist. Who knew it would hurt so much...